First off, I apologize to my friends and roleplay partners who've been left hanging. Any desire to cancel old threads is completely understandable.

I've been struggling with a serious health issue the past several months. There was a long period where things would seem to improve only to relapse, delaying things further. All that aside, just wanted to let people know I'm around again and to contact me via PM or Trillian - ironsoldier, if anyone wants to get things going again.

Fallon had definitely learned her lesson. Unless she was absolutely certain she could get away with it, she should not try to mess with Mikayla's incredible, heavenly legs. They were so strong that getting close to them was like putting oneself right in the line of fire in a warzone. You were going to get hurt, and get hurt bad. That was just what happened, as Mikayla wrenched Fallon's leg at an awkward, backwards angle away from her hip, forcing the brunette to whimper and yelp, like she was caught in a bear trap.

"Nnaaaagh!" Fallon cried out, as she pulled hard, trying to extricate herself from the debilitating submission hold. Her free leg would lash out again and again, trying to kick Mikayla away and earn her freedom once again. She managed to strike Mikayla's side once, then twice. She felt herself pulling free, and kept dragging her body away. Mikayla gave her leg one last hard yank, eliciting one more cry from Fallon, before letting the Californian go.

Quickly, the belly lover would roll away from her blonde friend, putting plenty of space between the two of them. She would roll up onto her knees, wincing as her formerly captured leg throbbed in pain once more before it began to subside. It would probably be fine, but Fallon had to be very, very careful. Slowly, she would get to her feet, staring across the ring at Mikayla, waiting to see what the Minnesotan's plan was.

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Mikayla savored all of the little sounds that she urged from Fallon, indulging in the struggle that was the healthy competition between them. Unfortunately, she could only savor it so much, as Fallon's reaction to the unique hold became more and more violent as she kicked constantly trying to pry Mikayla off. As the blonde did not want to keep taking kicks to the side for her own benefit, and was having to strain to prop herself up to stretch out her friend's leg anyway, she decided that releasing the hold would genuinely be the best option. It was not rough enough to force Fallon to submit, and Mikayla figured she had probably sent her message about messing with her legs and, hopefully, had convinced Fallon to think twice about using her leg too freely as the match went on. She obviously did not wish the brunette ill, but they had come here to wrestle and knew the score.

As Mikayla spread her legs and pulled away, drawing her legs back in and popping back up onto her knees first, looking back to Fallon who had distanced herself from Mikayla, too. That reassurance made her climb to her feet, sucking in and letting out puff of breath while she had a chance to do so and giving the crowd a quick, pleased glance while she could appreciate their cheering. Across the ring, Fallon looked as if she was waiting for the blonde to make the next move, and while Mikayla had a small advantage, she was going to try and maintain it.

She took off towards Fallon, her boots stomping against the mat as she closed the distance, and as she closed in, she planted one of her feet and swung the other around in a sharp kick aimed for Fallon's side.

Fallon's leg started hurting less as she stood up and tried flexing it a little bit. She would be able to stand on it, run on it, and fight on it just fine, but she knew that if it were to take more damage it would deteriorate much more quickly than her fresh leg. She had to be careful. She couldn't afford to let Mikayla's invincible lower limbs capture hers again. Fallon stretched her leg out a little bit, shook it, and then focused on Mikayla, who seemed ready to make her move.

The blonde charged towards Fallon, obviously intending to do something that would make a statement. Fallon wanted to move out of the way, and try to make Mikayla slip up, but she wasn't sure if her leg was quite ready for that yet. It needed a few more seconds. Mikayla came across the ring, boots stomping loudly against the canvas. Fallon planted her own booted feet where they were, waiting to see what Mikayla was going to try. She was going to wait until the last possible second.

When Mikayla planted one boot, Fallon would take action. Instead of trying to lunge to one side or the other, she would drop down onto the mat, doing a little roll forward as she felt Mikayla's swinging leg skidding over the top of her head and messing up her soft brown hair. Fallon would throw her body towards Mikayla's planted leg, trying to take it out from under her and bring Mikayla down to the canvas yet again!

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Mikayla had already fallen for the momentum trick once when she had lunged at Fallon earlier, and this time, she made sure she stopped in place to deliver her kick. However, Fallon, apparently reading the same into the situation, simply ducked down underneath Mikayla's flying boot. The blonde whiffed, but did not lose her balance, and she assumed the brunette would end up somewhere underneath her, trying to take her planted foot out from under her.

She assumed correctly, and she rocked forward when Fallon's body impacted with her leg. Stumbling forward, she had to land awkwardly on the foot that had taken the kick in order to keep her balance. Nonetheless, she recovered with a dance-like grace, heaving her assaulted leg over Fallon's body. Not fighting back against her body as it threatened to pitch over, she moved with her imbalance and threw her back into the ropes. She had a plan here, not a great one, but one that might gain her something...or end up with her falling in the other direction or crashing uselessly against the canvas. In the split-second that she had, it seemed a good decision, and her features narrowed in concentration.

She bounced off the ropes, letting their elasticity shoot her back towards Fallon haphazardly, and took a single bounding step before she took the risk of leaving her feet, launching both of them at Fallon's body down on the canvas as she tried to land a dropkick.

Fallon was hoping she could bring Mikayla down again. If she could put the blonde on her back, then she would essentially have another chance at a free shot at her, after muffing the first one when she tried to apply the figure four leglock to Mikayla's goddess-level legs. Unfortunately, when Fallon dropped down and bowled herself into Mikayla's leg, it must have been a little obvious what her intention was. She successfully upset her friend's balance, but Mikayla would lunge forward to save herself, managing to get her kicking leg down before stumbling into the ropes.

"Crud," Fallon would grunt, upset that it hadn't worked. She would roll until she was right-side-up, and then pop back up onto her knees, turning back to Mikayla, wanting to see what the Minnesota-born girl was up to.

When she turned, it was already too late. Mikayla was rebounding off of the ropes, coming right back at her and aiming another kick at her, this time for Fallon's big boobs. Fallon was right at kick-level, and Mikayla was coming in too fast to be stopped.

"Kkaaaaggh!" The dropkick, delivered by more powerful legs than any Fallon had previously faced, slammed into the Californian's ample chest, sending her breasts bouncing and sending her skidding backwards on her butt across the canvas. She eventually fell more on to her side as she took one last tumble, eventually ending face-down, butt-up, gasping for breath, temporarily stunned by the pain in her chest.

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Mikayla, able to see that Fallon had gotten up onto her knees, stretched her boots out for the brunette's chest and connected beautifully with her friend, sending her launching backwards. Her landing was not quite as beautiful, with her feet so high, and she landed fairly uncomfortably on the small of her back. "Uhhh...", she quietly groaned out, as she winced and drew her legs in towards herself. After the initial sharp bite of impact subsided a moment later, however, all she dealt with was a patch of soreness just above her butt that did not impede her from climbing back to her feet to see where her dropkick had launched Fallon.

The brunette lay on her stomach on the other side of the ring, the ref peering down at her to make sure all was okay. Mikayla frowned, since that was her friend she just kicked into next week, but, still, they would both be disappointed if they did not give the match their all and put on that show they had wanted. She stepped over patiently to the sprawled-out Californian, thinking over her next move as she crossed the ring. Once there, she decided that her best order of business was going to be to keep her friend grounded. She didn't want to fumble her way into another powerbomb.

With the brunette's back exposed, and not her face, this was no time to try to sit on Fallon's face and smother her out. Mikayla had another idea, one that she had learned how to apply in training. She stepped over Fallon, straddling her back with a foot on each side, and lowered her butt down onto her companion's back. With urgency, since Fallon would not be down forever, she made an attempt to grab the woman's toned arms, drape them over her knees, and wrap her hands around Fallon's mouth and chin to pull her up into a back-bending camel clutch.

Fallon was not out, but she was stunned pretty darn good. As the referee loomed over her, Fallon would groan, loudly, to let the girl know that she was still conscious, and, after a few more seconds without the ref backing off, she put one hand out and waved it in the official's direction. The girl backed off, just in time for Mikayla to come strolling in, carefully considering her next move.

Fallon managed to open her eyes and look up-ish just as Mikayla was approaching. She saw the pair of cute boots standing next to her, and the incredibly dangerous legs emerging from them like extremely sexy tree trunks. Fallon groaned loudly, almost as if she were trying to warn her Minnesotan friend to stay away, but the blonde would pay her no heed. Mikayla moved even closer, swinging a leg over the downed brunette's back before planting her butt right on Fallon's back. The weight of the blonde forced Fallon down flat onto the canvas. "Oommgh!"

Fallon was starting to come out of her daze, but it was too late to try to ward Mikayla off. The blonde grabbed Fallon's arms and slung them around behind her knees. The brunette knew what was coming now. "Urgh...no...darn it, Mik..." she would gurgle, before she felt Mikayla's hands clasp underneath her chin and yank her head up painfully, eliciting a sharp, pained cry from Fallon as she was stretched out painfully.

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Mikayla did not heed Fallon's loud groan, but she did imagine that the brunette had now noticed her moving in to continue her onslaught and hold onto her edge in the match. "Sorry, Fal, but you still have a date with my ass," she said, only loud enough for the two of them to hear, as she got situated and used Fallon's back as a fairly comfortable perch for that ass as she worked her way into applying the camel clutch.

Without incident, she brought Fallon's arms up over her own thighs and heard the brunette utter a weak complaint before Mikayla laced her fingers across her friend's chin and mouth, her index fingers noting how soft Fallon's lips were, before she pulled her opponent up and backwards into a well-executed camel clutch that had Fallon's back arching and her breasts dangling on display before the crowd before them, which cheered in response. Mikayla smirked at them, for the first time in several minutes being able to appreciate the energy that the huge, screaming crowd was providing, and continued leaning back as far as she could while keeping her balance to turn Fallon into a human brought to the fans by the letter L, if she could bend her that far.

It occurred to her, again, that this was her first match and that she was actually doing really, really well. She had always known that she could do this, but to actually be doing it and to be bouncing off the ropes and applying camel clutches made her truly feel like she had arrived on the wrestling scene. The thought gave her another shot of confidence around the same time that Fallon cried out again in protest to the camel clutch, the combination of both giving her a moment of euphoria that saw her suck in a contented breath and give the huge, full arena another wistful glance. She had to take a little pleasure in knowing that someone was admiring her success and tried to look her best as she maintained the camel clutch, even if poor Fal was having to suffer for it.

But, anyway, she had to stay firmly rooted in reality. Mikayla's violet eyes quickly shifted back down to the top of Fallon's head. She had only been holding the girl like this in the time it took her to glance around the arena, and she needed to hold it for much longer to whittle a woman as strong as Fallon down to being vulnerable to a facesit. "I've got to get you ready to be sat on, Fallon," she told her friend, as she adjusted her clasped fingers on the woman's chin.

Fallon groaned more as she felt Mikayla's ass really rubbing down against her back, the blonde getting comfortable on her perch as she yanked Fallon's head into position and started the long, painful period of torture. Fallon was bent painfully backwards as far as she could bend, which, sadly, was actually pretty far, meaning that Mikayla really did almost bend Fallon into a full L, and also that the Californian was in for some pretty terrible pain so long as this camel clutch was locked in.

"Gaah...hhggnnh..." Fallon would groan, as Mikayla did not let up for a second. The closest thing to a respite that Fallon got was when Mikayla moved her hands slightly to adjust the hold, and even then the pressure on Fallon's back wasn't decreased by very much. Fallon needed to get out of this hold. "Your ass...isn't coming anywhere near my face...no matter how sexy it looks in those shorts, Mikki!" Fallon would manage to get out, even chuckling a little after the teasing, even though it caused her still more pain.

Fallon thought about how she could escape from this hold. The ropes weren't that far away...but she needed a way to crawl towards them. Just bucking her body would not get her far enough fast enough. Slowly, hoping to go unnoticed by Mikayla, Fallon would work on freeing an arm from behind the blonde's knee. If she could do that, then she might have a chance...

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Now that she had recovered from her second bout of awe at the crowd and at the experience of being a real wrestler, her face was set in concentration, since maintaining her squat and bending Fallon's body back towards her took more effort the longer she held onto her brunette friend. However, just as she had the week before when eliciting groans from Fallon during her bodyscissors, Mikayla fed off of Fallon's complaints, whether they included words, gasps, or groans. She still was not entirely sure why she reacted in such a way, even if it had been happening every time she had wrestled in her entire life, but she also did not care to analyze it as she focused on maintaining the pressure.

And still, Fallon continued to defiantly refute Mikayla's boasting. The blonde smiled, in spite of the situation. Was there any doubt why she liked and respected Fallon so much already? She had all the force and stubbornness that Mikayla herself did, only with her own California charm sprinkled in. "Once I wear you out in this hold, you won't be able to resist it, Fal! Then it's nighty-night with no complaints!" The thought of getting Fallon to the breaking point in this camel clutch before sitting on her and defeating her in the most inescapable way possible distracted Mikayla and made her feel all tingly again as she had in the brunette's company many times before, and it distracted Mikayla's mind a moment as Fallon plotted her subtle escape. "Come on, get ready to submit!"